When I was younger there a sound that never ever failed to excite me, whether listening to it or mimicking it.
Whoow-Whoow, Whoow-Whoow, Whoow-Whoow.
David Hasselhoff's genius car in Knight Rider. The laser would Whoow-Whoow back and forth on its bonnet, and you knew something brilliant was going to happen.
For hours after every episode it was commonplace to repeat the sound until my face hurt. Whoow-Whoow, Whoow-Whoow, over and over with the accompanying facial expressions of a randy goldfish.
Even today, twenty or twenty-five years on, I catch myself making that sound. Whoow-Whoow.
Today, I heard a very similar sound. Noticeably faster, and with no pauses, and no full-stops.
Whoow-Whoow, Whoow-Whoow, Whoow-Whoow, Whoow-Whoow, Whoow-Whoow. Over and over again.
A heart beating. Our kidlet's heartbeat. Fast, constant, and strong.
ET, the midwife, and I, respectively lying, standing, and sitting. All three of us holding our breath with instinctive silence, listening for the first time to someone who didn't even know we were there.
Eavesdropping. Broadcasting its first unwittingly audible movements to an outside world it knows nothing of. A pre-natal pirate radio, that we were privileged to hear for a few moments.
The sound has been going around my mind ever since. After a quarter century I finally see the sound of the Knight Rider as outdated.
I'll still mimic the sound in my head, only from today on it will be noticeably faster, with no pauses, and no full-stops....